lust." But the bloodlust, Monopolylust, not to mention the old fashion lust was creeping me out and that mink was eyeing me from the bushes. I decided I really didn’t want to expose more flesh. So I took off running . . .
…who had been clinging onto my back for ages, a righty heavy bugger he was, about 300lbs of bone and muscle.
Throwing him aside like a sodden glove I drew my cow shit free pistol and…